Re: Xochipilli/Freyr - by the snack table near the entrance toward the dance floor, 10 pm
Blinking up at his friend, Freyr reached out to him, his touch light and questioning. His golden gaze flicked over Xochipilli's form above him—as best he could, given their positioning—and saw the awkward angle at which the arm rested. He winced, empathetic to Xochipilli's pain.
"Someone can fix that," he said, quite sure this was true. He did not move, lest he jar Xochipilli and hurt him further, but he looked around the room for anyone who might be helpful. But everyone was otherwise engaged, fleeing or fighting the numerous creatures that filled the room. His grip at Xochipilli's ribs tightened, likely more a comfort to himself than to the man atop him. "I can try. But we need to get out of here. Quickly. Can you get up?"